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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][CS=2][atrb=width,500,true][style=border: 5px solid #444444; border-bottom: 20px solid #444444;float:left;][bg=999999] [/style] [style=background:#444444; color: #DDDDDD; text-size: 10px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; font-size: 11px;] If the world must be this way, I can’t resign myself to fate Every step and every breath to find a way to kill this hate [/style] [style=color: #FFFFFF; border-right: 5px solid #444444; text-align: center; background: #444444; font-size: 22px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; font-family: impact; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]Takagi , Keisuke[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #999999; border-radius:0px 0px 0px 15px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 15px;][style=width: 106px; color: #000000;] the roleplayer HANDLE: The name’s Xweetara. Call me Xweet, call me Tara, call me whatever, I’ll prob’ly answer. (Call me maybe? -shot-) HOW DID YOU FIND US: My IRL friend Sam told me about this place, thought it sounded cool so I checked it out. CONTACT INFO: I’ve got a deviantArt account and a TinierMe account under the name Xweetara OTHER CHARACTERS: Um… None yet ^^” NOTES: I really like writing. Apologies for the walls of text. CHARACTER FACE CLAIM: Erm... I claim this face! [/style]

[atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background: #777777; border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px;][style= color: #000000; width: 310px;] NAME: Keisuke Takagi ALIAS: Online handle: K-T, usually just goes by Keisuke AGE & BIRTHDATE: Seventeen, November 5th GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Unknown, likely heterosexual OCCUPATION: Student, high school 3rd year[/style] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background: #777777; border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px;][style= color: #000000; width: 385px; height: 124px; overflow-y:scroll;]PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Height: 5 foot 6 Weight: 130 lbs Keisuke has medium-short, chocolate brown hair, worn straight and slightly in his eyes for lack of anything better to do with it. His narrow eyes, hidden behind a small pair of thin-rimmed glasses, are that same rich shade of brown, and any emotion hidden within them is carefully guarded. His typical clothes consist of an unbuttoned brown and yellow shirt, worn underneath a light yellow polo, and a pair of black slacks with similarly black dress shoes, nondescript but still a unique look. Anything else he’s seen wearing is likely to be somewhat dressy, but still clearly casual in the way it’s worn. He has a rather slight build, just a little underweight for his height, making him appear somewhat thin and willowy. There are few visible scars on his skin, nothing notable, but there is some emotional scarring evident in the look in his eyes and the way he behaves. [/style] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background: #777777; border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px;][style= color: #000000; width: 385px; height: 124px; overflow-y:scroll;] POSITIVES: ↑ Protective ↑ Motivated ↑ Selfless ↑ Devoted ↑ Thoughful NEGATIVES: ↓ Unsympathetic ↓ Merciless ↓ Withdrawn ↓ Coldhearted ↓ Unforgiving OVERALL PERSONALITY: Keisuke Takagi is a changeable, multi-layered person. Those who knew him would say he was a very different person just one short year ago than he is now, someone more upright and determined. Meeting him for the first time today, the first thing that anyone would notice would be his timid manner and shy demeanor, standing in sharp contrast to his old personality. It’s as if you could knock him down with a feather. There are very few who get to truly know him, though, and those that do find themselves shocked at his determination and strong sense of justice, the fierce fire in his eyes that few have ever seen in him. It’s hard for any one person to paint a complete picture of Keisuke as a whole. Normally a kind and supportive person to anyone who needs him, there is one type of person he has absolutely no patience for: those who would use and abuse other people for their own gain. There are people every day who lie, cheat, steal, and kill, without regard for their fellow beings, and get away scot-free. And nothing could make Keisuke angrier. In a perfect world, those with such sins on their heads would be judged for their actions and punished accordingly; perfect justice would be served, and the world would become a safe place for the innocent. It is this striving for justice that drives Keisuke’s relentless motivation, and makes him more than just another victim of the cruelties of life. [/style] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background: #777777; border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px;][style= color: #000000; width: 385px; height: 124px; overflow-y:scroll;]CHARACTER TIME PERIOD: Day 5 (I wanna say it’s 5, might be 4?), Mari’s bag containing the white amnion powder is not found in time, so either Mari dies or Keisuke dies. However, none of these have happened (explained in History). HISTORY: Keisuke had never really considered his life out of the ordinary. He was a single child, living just outside the main city of Tokyo. Most of his time was dedicated to his schoolwork, and as a result he had excellent grades, but not many friends to speak of. In junior high he met and befriended Atsuro Kihara, a cheerful and similarly intelligent boy aspiring to become a programmer. For two years they were good friends and had many classes with each other, but over the summer of their last year of junior high they began to grow apart, and because they were both going to different high schools to continue their schooling, Keisuke and Atsuro eventually lost contact with each other. His second year of high school was when the problems began. There was a boy that he shared some classes with, someone he had never gotten to know particularly well, but who he’d recognize if he saw him in town sometime. This boy usually sat in the very back of the classroom, eyes on his desk, rarely ever speaking. Normally Keisuke wouldn’t have given him a second thought, except that one day near the beginning of the school year, as he was heading home for the day, he came across a fight happening in the hallway. Well, it wasn’t so much a fight as it was a complete beat down. This kid he had only really seen in passing was suffering at the hands of multiple bullies, clearly defenseless, not so much as standing up for himself as he was shoved against the lockers and kicked onto the hard tile floor. “Hey!” Without really thinking of what he was doing, Keisuke stepped forward to stand between the bullies and the victim. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. “What did he ever do to you? Get away from him, and get out of here!” Seemingly not used to confrontation, the bullies cleared out, leaving only him and their victim, still lying on the ground and breathing heavily. Keisuke knelt down and extended a hand to him. “Hey,” he said gently, “you all right?” The boy nodded and took his hand, getting to his feet. “So, what was that all about?” The boy told him. He said those boys who had been beating him up used to be his friends through elementary and junior high school. As they grew up, though, they started changing, as teenagers are apt to do. The people he had known growing up were becoming different people entirely, and began to treat him less as a friend and more as a servant, leaving him to do their assignments and carry their things while they did as they pleased. “Today I got fed up with it,” he muttered. “I told them so, told them they weren’t the guys I’d always hung out with anymore, and they… retaliated.” He hastily wiped off some of the blood that had been trickling from his nose, quietly thanking Keisuke for stepping in and standing up for him. “I owe you one,” he said, before standing up and making his way back home. That in and of itself would have been fine, he’d never been one to stand for injustice, and he was just glad he was able to do something. But after that day was when the bullying started for him as well. It was subtle at first, occasional shoving in the hallways, name calling, degrading comments. It hurt, but he could put up with it, he told himself. Better he be the victim than someone else, Keisuke told himself. It wasn’t long before it started escalating, however; he started finding threatening letters in his locker and on his desk, and the actions against him became more and more violent and harsh. Eventually the mistreatment reached a head, and he was challenged after school one day by a group of boys who seemed terribly familiar… “So, you think you’re some sort of hero, do you?” one of them growled, stepping forward. “You think it’s alright to meddle in our business, boss us around like you’re king of the world?” He threw a punch at Keisuke’s shoulder. “We don’t take kindly to being told what to do.” They were the same people he had come across that first day, he realized as he stumbled against the wall. The same ones he had stood up to before… Only this time, he was the target. More mean words were said, more fighting ensued. He did what he could to stand up for himself, but no matter the odds, it was several against one, and there wasn’t much he could do. Between blows, though, something caught his eye that almost made his breath catch in his throat. One of the people in the group that he found himself a victim of, was the same boy he had stepped in and helped before. He was laughing and jeering along with the rest of them, acting as if he had entirely forgotten the time that Keisuke had saved him from these very people… The realization made his blood boil. He was being beaten down by the very people he had fought to help. From that day forward, Keisuke’s heart was hardened, and his resentment toward those who used the people that helped them grew. The world to him was a strictly unjust place, and as long as there was anything he could do about it, he would. Until then, he would have to lay low. He hadn’t told his parents about the bullying he suffered at school, but they got word of it anyway, and there was talk about getting him transferred to another high school for his senior year. In the summer before then, however, the Tokyo lockdown began. Keisuke obtained a COMP very early on, initially only using it for the sake of survival. He ran into his old friend Atsuro in the lockdown, and decided after some hesitation that his demons would be put to their best use in aiding Atsuro and his friends in trying to end the circumstances that kept them trapped. One of the many people he was able to help through the use of his COMP was Midori Komaki, a widely known cosplay star who insisted on fighting demons with him and his team. Armed with a COMP and her unbridled enthusiasm, she set out to help the people of Tokyo, and Keisuke was confident she would do the right thing. After all, her primary goal was to help people, what could be more noble than that? It wasn’t until the next day that he learned about the Laplace Mail, something that Atsuro and his friends had been getting every morning that supposedly told them the future events of that day. According to the day’s Laplace Mail, Midori was in danger… from the very people she was working so hard to save. She would be killed, not by demons, but by humans. He gritted his teeth, slamming his COMP shut. He wouldn’t stand for such injustice. He wouldn’t let those ingrates do as they pleased with Midori. So long as Keisuke Takagi had a say in the matter, they would never get away with it. And if his team didn’t agree, well, he would just have to set out on his own. Sure enough, the Laplace Mail had been correct. When he found Midori, she was being confronted by civilians, slinging accusations at her. They called her a witch, a demon… Every insult they hurled at her made Keisuke even angrier. Couldn’t they see she was trying to save them? Didn’t they get that her efforts were against the rampaging demons? Were they so blind that they couldn’t tell she was trying to save them? No. No, they didn’t care, they were only there to kill her. That’s all they cared about… Anyone with hearts so cold as to want to slaughter an innocent girl had to be punished. He didn’t care what he had to do. No matter what, he would bring justice down upon them. Sentiment be damned, he demanded justice! A sudden gust of wind buffeted him. He flinched, and upon opening his eyes was met face-to-face with a red-skinned demon: Yama, God of the Underworld, also known in Japanese as Enma. Keisuke knew about Yama, and knew that there was no demon in existence better suited to judge the people of this chaotic world. Promised absolute justice, he formed a contract with Yama right away, determined to deliver divine judgment on the heads of those who had gotten away with sinning for so long. He had never felt such a sense of fulfillment as he did walking alongside Yama and delivering punishment unto the wicked people in the Tokyo lockdown. Finally, the injustice felt by him and so many others like him would be done away with, replaced with safety for the innocent and retribution for the wrong, for the bullies and liars and murderers who falsely imagined they could get away with their crimes. Yama knew perfect justice, and Keisuke trusted his decisions indefinitely. None of the people he brought punishment to stood out to him; they were all sinners and had to answer for their crimes, why should he care who they were? He was finally building a perfect world, he finally had the power to do so… Nothing could have felt better to him. From there, everything’s a little foggy. The Lockdown must have ended somehow, or something, but he doesn’t remember. Beyond that point, there’s very little he remembers. His life is essentially back to normal… But that thirst for justice has not been quenched, and Yama hasn’t quite disappeared… [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][CS=2][atrb=width,500,true][style=border: 5px solid #444444; border-bottom: 20px solid #444444;float:left;][bg=999999] [/style] [style=background:#444444; color: #DDDDDD; text-size: 10px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; font-size: 11px;] If that’s how you wish to live then that is how you’ll find your death Battle ‘til your final day and attack ‘til your final breath [/style] [style=color: #FFFFFF; border-right: 5px solid #444444; text-align: center; background: #444444; font-size: 22px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; font-family: impact; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]Yama[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #999999; border-radius:0px 0px 0px 15px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 15px;][style=width: 106px; color: #000000;] the stats WEAPON OF CHOICE: Given the choice, he’d rather leave the fighting to someone better suited. However, if it comes down to it, he’ll use whatever he’s got. ORIENTATION: All-Rounder BATTLE STATS: FP: 180 SP: 80 SUMMONING: Natural Summoning PERSONA CLAIM: [/li][li][b]Yama[/b] - [I]Initial + Ultimate[/I] Persona of [u]Keisuke Takagi[/u] [/style]

[atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background: #777777; border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px;][style= color: #000000; width: 360px;] ARCANA VIII. Justice: Justice is purely unbiased, and represents objectivity. Justice is punishment without error to those who deserve it, the very thing Keisuke wants more than anything else. Given his experiences with others, he feels like the concept of justice is one that is lacking in the world, and seeks to change that. Yama is affiliated with the same Arcana, as he is the judge of the Underworld and the final word on punishment and retribution. Keisuke’s determination to follow through with his goal, even if Yama were to turn against him in his judgment, qualifies him under the Arcana of Justice. PERSONA: Yama: Initially belonging to Vedic mythology, where he was thought to be the first mortal who had ever died and to have become the ruler of the dead, the concept of Yama later spread to Buddhism, where he is known in Japanese as Enma-O, or simply Enma. He is the God of Death and ruler of the Underworld, and judges all who die and come before him to determine their punishments based on the sins of their life. Yama is depicted as having a red, scowling face, and wearing a Chinese judge’s uniform. During the Tokyo lockdown, Keisuke’s fierce anger toward those who had escaped retribution attracted Yama’s attention, prompting his summoning pact with the boy. HIGH AFFINITY: Ice, Lightning, Light LOW AFFINITY: Dark, Water, Earth SKILLS: Mahama Bufu Zio Media [/style]

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Accepted--!

Welcome, Keisuke!
Which would you prefer: a bag of chips or an apple?